Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sidetracked, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Halfway House, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Sidetracked |
Whatever happened to that? |
Joey! |
Yeah |
Seems like I gotta by the end of the week (so easily sidetracked!) |
I think it mighta been next week |
Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!) |
Look, sometimes I wanna make money |
But sometimes I ain’t motivated; |
sometimes I think it’s overrated |
Sometimes I’m thinkin I wasn’t supposed to make it |
But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?) |
Sometimes I wanna make music |
Sometimes I think it’s just useless |
So y’all don’t hear a lot of new shit |
Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!) |
Sometimes I wanna dress down |
I mean I wanna let up, but y’all be let down |
I’m so easily sidetracked |
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that |
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real |
But know that they’ll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel |
I wish I knew how to feel |
I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?) |
Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic |
I’m overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message |
This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid |
Wanna smoke, no cig’s, I’m like «Where the fuck’s the store?» |
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick |
Cause these jeans don’t seem to lay right over my kicks |
And this’ll be the last time I buy this brand |
That I try this brand — oh shit, the bitch called me |
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with |
Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret |
I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick |
Know I can kill that shit better than he did |
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!) |
With no audience, so who am I a critic to? |
(nobody) |
I’m so easily sidetracked |
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that |
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that |
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!) |
I should hit the club, get a outfit |
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain’t about shit |
That no longer gets me up, it don’t arouse shit (why?) |
See I’m on my OnDemand in the house shit |
I’ve lost so many relationships |
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don’t relate to shit? |
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much |
I’m prayin for niggas that didn’t grow much |
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong |
I’m only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong |
I’m so easily sidetracked |
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that |
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that |
… Why? |
But besides that |
Uh uhh, I’m so easily sidetracked! |
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that |
Why? |
I mean, I’m so easily sidetracked |
Fuck is goin on? |
Yo, cig’s still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed |
On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh) |
Or it’s a lie, I’m just hogtied |
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by |
Nice complexion, nice tan |
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man |
(So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand |
For what reason, I don’t remember beefin |
Note to self on my hand, «Get even!» |
But I don’t remember needin re-venge |
Now anybody comin toward me I’m reachin |
Leg bleedin — (so) fuck it |
I’ll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin |
Led me to Juan’s house which I visit every weekend |
To my knowledge, me and him wasn’t speakin |